I’m a sucker for the Oscars. Even though I think the Academy
makes the wrong decision more often than not, I still respect the award. It means something. Every movie that wins
Best Picture, deservedly or not, becomes part of the canon. Every winner in the
acting categories will have that title to fall back on for the rest of their
careers. Studios can feature it on every movie poster: STARRING ACADEMY AWARD
WINNER CUBA GOODING, JR.
As a fledgling cinephile, though, I’m shamefully lacking
when it comes to actually watching
these films. Before this project started, I had seen a mere 22 of the 84 Best
Picture winners, including only 8 of the first 50. Time certainly hasn’t been
kind to many of the early winners, but they still deserve to be seen.
With this in mind, I began a quest at the beginning of
April. I will watch all 84 winners, even those I have seen before, in order,
and I will finish before the end of 2012. I must watch them from beginning to
end. No skipping through the boring stuff. Counting my current progress, I will
need to watch one winner roughly every three days to pull it off. This is very
doable.
I’m also committing to writing at least 500 words about each
movie. It might take the form of a straight review, or in the case of some
films about which there is so little left to be said, the article might be a
little more esoteric.
My hope is that this will continue to feel like fun and not
work. After seeing the first few winners, it is clear that tastes and standards
are vastly different today, but it’s fascinating to watch the rapid evolution
of cinema during the transitional period between silents and talkies. There
will be obstacles along the way—I already dread devoting nearly four hours to The Great Ziegfeld—but by the end, I’ll
be able to say what so few else can (or perhaps care to): I’ve seen them all.
I've seen enough Best Picture winners to know you're going to have a long hard slog at points (esp. the '50s) but it will be SO worth it when you get to the '70s. French Connection? Two Godfathers? One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest? That entire decade was pure gold.
ReplyDeleteThen you get to 1995 and ask yourself why you're suffering through Forrest Gump instead of Pulp Fiction, or Shawshank Redemption... hell, even Quiz Show.
That last post was me, BTW.
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